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Sinwithmedeeply -> Period (3/31/2011 9:52:09 PM)
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Naked and alone, he waits. She arrives when she wishes. He will lovelingly and
humbly respond. On his knees, legs spread, head lowered, facing the door, he
waits. She soon will return from work. She may be upset, or excited. It does not
matter. For she herself is his reward. Her pleasure commands him. Her anger
compels him. He is both humbled and happy at her collar. That, and the penile
restraint helps to remind him of what he is. Her possession.
The day has long since grown dark. She would normaly be home by now. Still he
waits. Why? For She is his patience. His world. She is his joy to worship. When
she comes in he will be here. Humble, quiet, willing. She may be tired. Or she
may bring a friend. No matter. She has made him her, butler, housekeeper, valet,
cook, and slave.
His entire world exists between the walls of her house. The only clothes he has
are the ones she has him wear. Those are mostly what he now has on. Once in a
while she will have him escourt her to the store or even a social event. Even
then her collar and leash are in full view. Which are all he wears now.
There is a sound at the door. His mind races for an instant then, as the door
opens, all within him is quiet. She is home. Without speaking she moves toward
him. He bends to lick the toe of her lovely leather boot. His expected greeting.
She seems agitated. Then it strikes him. It is her time. The time all women
have. A small node of fear begins to find its way to his throat. That and
anticipation for the ways she will make him suffer this night. Any possibility
of reward has evaporated. This night she will use him. Because of her bodys
change. She needs to have him grovel. And grovel he will. It begins when she
grasps his leash and drags him to his feet.
The ache of her body is fervent in her eyes. "Get me a drink and prepare my
bath."
He knows his place, he is quiet and submissive. Even more than usual because of
the her season. In more normal circumstances he is able to lightly banter and
even joke occasionally. Now however he is keenly aware that she needs him to be
as he is. Once the bath is drawn, with the proper emolients and oils, he
undresses her. He then prepares her for the bath. She especially has him tend to
her womb. Removing and disposing the tampon. He then gently kisses her clitoris
in homage. She allows him a moment of brief worship to her feet upon completion.
On a whim she firmly installs his ball gag. "Tonight I want silence."
She steps into the bath. A deep sigh is released from her as she reclines into
the steaming soothing water. Kneeling he waits as she lay quietly for some
minutes, her eyes closed. Her hand reaches up and graspes his head by the hair
in the back and draws him down. Quietly, yet filled with tension she speaks.
Their faces so close they nearly touch. "I know that you are trying very hard to
please me. That will not help you today. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. Your very existance
is reason for punishment. Now you will bathe me." She tosses his head aside and
again closes her eyes.
He carefully washes her body and hair. Ever carefull to not disturb her. As he
washes, he also massages her neck, back and legs. To him this is not an act of
submission. It, as all others is an act of love and deep devotion. The fact that
she owns him is the defining factor in their relationship. Though they are not
married in the "normal" sense. He is as devoted as any husband could be, and
more. She has required, and he has accepted her total possession of him.
Everything that comes to him from her hand is a gift. His ability to serve her
is also a gift from her hand. This is his glory and his joy.
Once the bath is done she rises and he gently towels her body. She sits at the
vanity as he dries her hair. At one point while brushing her hair she explodes.
"You idiot! I love you boy, but you must not defy me. You brushed my hair in the
wrong direction." It is a minor offence to be sure. She only needed one. The
hair brush is ripped from his hand and she commands him to turn round, spread
his legs and bend over. To this he quickly complies. She lays into him violently
with the bristles of the brush. Flailing over his ass and his inner thighs.
Occasionally she strikes his balls, causing him to whelp like a puppy. This
continues till she is satisfied by the appropriate texture.
Pulling him upright she rips off the gag as tears course down his cheeks.
"WHAT!" She demands.
Unable to stanch the emotion in his throat he stammers. "Thank you Mistress, I
deserved that. Please continue..."
"No you've done enough. Get up!" She quickly rises and grasps his leash. He is
escorted to his cell.
His "cell" consists of a small walk-in closet. Steel fetters bolted about the
ceiling and the walls. As well as chains that protrude from the floor in
strategic places. The gag is replaced and she installs a large plug in his
rectum. It has the unusual feature of an electrical cord and multi speed switch
which allows continous motion and vibration. His wrists are fastened above his
head. His feet are spread apart and fettered. Weighted clamps are fastened to
his nipples. More clips are attached to the tip of his penis. Even more,
covering his scrotum. She even adds some to his armpits. She finalizes his
bondage with a blindfold.
Begining to lightly laugh with a sardonic tone she brings him to as much of an
erection as his chastity device will allow. The pain is begining to affect him
in the desired manner. He groans uncontrollably.
"Get used to it slave. I have to go through these aches and cramps every month.
This is to comfort me. In that I know that I don't go through it alone. I'm
going to go out for the evening. Have a nice time.. "She kisses his cheek
softly. With a final gesture she turns the plug on high and closes the door. He
is submursed in darkness and torture. Hearing her leave the house. He begins to
mearly endure. Sleep will not come this night. Pain is to be his only companion.
Again.... her gift.
~fini~
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